Emperor's Bane

Chapter 214 The Cobweb on the Heart of Iron ([-])

Perturabo felt that he seemed to have made a mistake.

Originally in his plan:

Morgan-Perturabo-Kelly Fanny

A perfect combination, isn't it?

but now……

Morgan-Kelly Fanny-Perturabo

……

Definitely, something went wrong.

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"Mind if I temporarily snatch and occupy your blood relatives, Perturabo?"

"It's like in Olympia, when you just invented that water quality identification device called the wine taster, I put it in my wine glass first."

The elevator to the topmost floor of the Great Hall traps anyone first, and not even the Primarch can escape the enclosed space in the minutes it takes to reach its destination.

Originally, this elevator would complete its mission in a very short time: but when Kelly Fanny took it for the first time and showed obvious discomfort, Perturabo laughed at the fragility of his relatives, while Raising his own hammer, he smashed the original purely utilitarian creation, and led his descendants to rebuild a new elevator that can adapt to any mortal's fragile body.

But now, the Iron Lord regretted this behavior again.

If he hadn't done anything extra at the beginning, he wouldn't have had to face Kelly Fanny's playful smile and words again in this relatively long period of time.

Right in front of him, right in his pupils, Kelly Fanny was smiling, her hands were holding Morgan's arms, and on that somewhat vicissitudes of face, there was a bright smile like a girl, in a trance Suddenly, Perturabo actually saw the beautiful figure in the Lockes court in that memory: smart, playful, dispelling the dull court atmosphere, and making everything radiant.

It would have been perfect if she hadn't said those words.

Perturabo thought so, he listened to Kelly Fanny's question, which was at least half of showing off his emotions, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and remained silent, then he turned his angle of view and glanced at Morgan.

It was the same smile, the same reassuring feeling, and the same aura that made him a little unpredictable: the difference was that, on Morgan's body, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the cold sunlight.

"random."

He heard himself say this, he felt his brain suppress the trembling in his throat and the unwillingness in his mind.

"Anyway, it won't take too much time. I'm not interested in the personal friendship between you."

"As long as you don't delay the business."

The Lord of Steel lowered his eyebrows, and leaned his back against the edge of the elevator. This special elevator, which was originally wide enough to accommodate three Primarchs at the same time, made him feel a bit too narrow and closed at the moment, and he even shifted his vision. None of the spaces.

……

Once again his sons had failed him in building the instrument he had planned with his own hands.

The Lord of Steel was furious, his pupils seemed to be fixed, and he could only look in the direction he didn't want to look in, and could only look at Kelly Fanny who was whispering to Morgan.

For a moment, the color flashed in Perturabo's pupils, as if he was witnessing Rogal Dorn become the Warmaster.

He didn't hear what they were saying along the way, and he deliberately blunted his senses to avoid these words that were close at hand: he didn't need to know what they were talking about, it was useless rubbish.

But when he had to be crowded in this small space, he still had to pay attention to their conversation. Although he still stubbornly refused to listen to any voices close to his ears, the expressions of the two talkers, A chuckle, a whisper, even a twitch of the eyebrows and a flicker in the pupils are enough to make his nerves jump, and the muscles on his arms tense due to the force of muscles, bones and will.

Their eyebrows flickered, and a strange light passed through their pupils, as if they were looking at him secretly.

Their lips parted slightly, and they could vaguely see their teeth and tongues combining their inner thoughts: Wait, did the mouth shape just now mean the appearance needed to pronounce [Perturabo]?

The tips of their noses and sideburns moved closer again, almost three millimeters closer to each other than last second: Are they discussing some private matter?What is being discussed that cannot be heard by him?
……

No, never mind, Perturabo.

that doesn't matter...

Wait, Kelly Fanny's lips: Did she just say his name again?

Just like that, Perturabo's brows kept twitching: once, once, again...

Like a puffer fish being constantly poked.

Outside the elevator, the sound of the mechanical gears that were mostly blocked by the soundproof wall can still be faintly heard, and the increasingly distant sound of the engine indicates that the altitude is constantly increasing and the destination is constantly approaching: everything is just A matter of minutes, but in Perturabo's mind, it was no different from a long battle.

At this very moment, his sister is lying between him and Morgan, and she seems to be using his subtlety lightly, pulling Morgan's fingers grandiosely, becoming a whirlwind in Perturabo's grand plan: originally The meeting of the serious and wise Primarch, accompanied by Kelly Fanny, seems to be constantly adding the useless atmosphere called "joy" and "harmony".

If there was a fourth person present, if Flix, Lana, or any of the Tridents were unfortunate enough to take this elevator together, they would definitely be so stunned by the sight before them that they could not speak.

The wide space enough to accommodate three Primarchs at the same time was greatly wasted: Perturabo, who had specially armed himself with armor for this meeting, may be four meters high, but now, he looks like a defeated man. Like an old beast, he leaned tightly against the wall on one side, staring closely at the two ladies who were talking and laughing. There was a large empty area in front of him, but the Iron Lord ignored it.

Right at the center of Perturabo's field of vision, Morgan bent slightly, listening to Kelly Fanny's continuous words. Ms. Olympia can barely hold her hands: Kelly Fanny can't see this, but Perturabo, who is proficient in mathematics and three-dimensional composition, can easily confirm this fact through the barrier of clothing, which makes From time to time his pupils flickered with faint kindness towards Morgan.

At this moment, Morgan's height can barely reach Perturabo's chest: the master of the second legion has obvious disadvantages in terms of external conditions. There is a visible height gap between her and any of her blood relatives, but From another perspective, as a psychic who ranks among the top in the entire human empire, Morgan can completely change his height and shape at will through his own mood and subconscious cognition.

For example, if Morgan has just experienced a long purgatory like a bloody battle with the Turks, consuming more spiritual power and reserves than she expected, leaving her body, spirit and soul in extreme fatigue, and At this time, put her in a place where she can feel a real sense of security, where she can let go of her instinctive guard and rest at will.

Perhaps one would see a Primarch not unlike a mortal child in height and features.

But now, when he had a long talk with Kelly Fanny, compared to his majesty in front of his children, Morgan naturally became a little shorter.

Morgan was like this, and Kelly Fanny was even shorter: even if Perturabo sat down now, his titular sister could barely reach his shoulders.

But these two ladies, who are too thin compared to the Iron Lord, seem to have an invisible and huge aura, tightly compressing the Iron Lord to one side, and can only stare at their jokes while exuding There is a kind of arrogance that is absolutely unwilling to join it.

He was arrogant, persistent, and with all his courage and determination, he finally waited until the moment when the elevator bell rang.

He never felt that this monotonous ringtone designed by himself would actually produce a pleasant tone like it is now.

The elevator door opened, and Kelly Fanny, like a bird returning home, happily ran out of the door that hadn't been completely separated: After overcoming the initial instinct of fear of heights, the lady from Olympia has fallen in love with this It is a very high residence, and she has been living on this floor during the days of waiting for Morgan.

"Come on, I have prepared Olympia's special refreshments for you."

Kelly Fanny cheered, like an elf in the forest, she walked to the edge of the balcony, turned around and waved to her friend, and then disappeared behind the curtain beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Morgan responded with a smile, but just before she really took a step, the Spider Queen slowly turned her head and looked at Perturabo who had dug herself out of the corner.

She smiled.

【Aren't you coming together? 】

Perturabo's face was gloomy, he responded to his blood relative with a soft hum, then slowly walked out of the elevator, and came to the room he arranged by himself.

"No."

He said.

"Call me when you need to talk about business."

The Lord of Steel spit out these words sleepily, and then he saw his blood relatives narrowed their eyes, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth were clearly raised, matching with the looming golden light behind her, it was like a The group makes people feel at a loss and the halo of the unknown.

It was as if he, Perturabo, was a barbarian living in a cave, and the silver-haired woman in front of him was the shadow of the sun shining on the cave wall.

[Kelly Fanny is indeed a little too active, but this is understandable, after all, she always complains to me about the boringness of Olympia in her letters. 】

Perturabo heard his blood kin whisper so much, he snorted softly, and didn't answer the words: he didn't know how to answer them either.

However, after a short silence, he picked out a question from his heart and threw it to Morgan.

"So, when she finally wrote to you, you chose to respond to her invitation to come here with her and recount your friendship?"

"Come to see me by the way?"

【…】

In Morgan's heart, a certain long string that had long been tempered by the felines of Caliban couldn't help but move.

She smiled: before Perturabo was able to react, Morgan responded with an instinctive and flawless smile, and at the moment when the Lord of Steel was stupefied for this sincere smile, his blood relatives had already figured out the answer.

[Kelly Fanny's words can indeed awaken the friendship in my heart. 】

She uttered this sentence slowly, her tone was somewhat delayed, and somewhat deliberate: deliberately, an inexplicable fire began to flicker in Perturabo's pupils.

And at the moment when the flames rose, the second words, accompanied by Morgan's soft smile, came to the ears of the Iron Lord.

【but……】

【Only Perturabo's call can make me travel across the stars. 】

"..."

"cough!"

The flames stopped abruptly.

The Iron Lord paused and coughed heavily. He subconsciously looked at the paintings on the side, but quickly frowned: Those Olympia paintings arranged by him, now it seems that they are not the same as This room is so out of place.

He slowed down his voice, and looked at his blood relatives again. Although some kind of arrogance and complacency were gradually emerging on his face, he still forcibly suppressed them, insisted on that deliberate voice, and continued to ask questions.

"Then if it was Kelly Fanny's invitation, wouldn't you respond?"

【…】

she……

Started to miss Jonson again.

Morgan smiled, and inside her, a long string was tumbling up and down.

She took a step forward, raised one of her own hands, and patted Perturabo's breastplate.

【You are wrong, Perturabo. 】

[Kelly Fanny is a smart person, among mortals, few people can be as intelligent and rational as her. 】

[Under normal circumstances, she would never take a risk and leave Olympia to have a meeting with me. 】

[And the reason why she can do such a thing now, and the reason why she can boldly extend her friendship to the stars...]

[Isn't it because of the steel-like warriors that make this star field so peaceful, friendly and safe? 】

[Isn't it precisely because this seemingly dreamy little friendship is a real miracle born under the protection of firm belief and perseverance like steel? 】

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[By the way, let me say it again, just for you and me. 】

【Nice to meet you again, my brother Perturabo. 】

[I'm Morgan. 】

[Please give me more advice. 】

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Following his father, Flix carried the second batch of elevators to the top floor of the palace.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Perturabo standing in the center of the room: on the balcony behind the curtain, the ladies' laughter could be faintly heard.

The Iron Lord didn't even see his brood coming, he was looking intently at the sun-drenched terrace, listening carefully to every move there, until Felix's soft report interrupted his movements.

When he turned around, his face was already grim.

"Swapped them."

The Primarch pointed to the paintings.

"I'm going to stay here and not go anywhere until I watch you replace them."

The Primarch's orders were absolute, but just as Felix was preparing to act, he heard the voice of another Primarch, coming from the terrace.

[Can you come here, brother? 】

[Carrie Fanny and I, some debates require fair referees. 】

"..."

"Replace them before I get back."

"..."

Felix blinked, watching his gene-father disappear before his eyes like a whirlwind of eagerness.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the tridents with the same confused expression as him.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's work!"

(End of this chapter)